viernes, 8 de febrero de 2008

Tres letras de las Anguilas (Mental, Lone Wolf and Agony)



A propósito de la semana de Eels en last
.fm, otro de los pequeños proyectos en los que conspiramos con el señor Lebesge, y como su material es tan extenso pero tan bueno, posteo en mis disquisiciones las tres canciones que mas me gustan de su álbum Shootenanny:




Mental


It's like i'm dressed up in my mothers clothing
it's like i'm talking to a voice that doesnt existit's
like i got a wire crossed upstairs
but all i want is just a little truth and thats it

they say i'm mental but im just confused
thay say i'm mental but ive been abused
they say i'm mental cause im not amused my it all

another anchor man is on the T.V.
he's got that far away and vacant look in his eyes
i turn the channel but nothings changing
the only truth is that everything's a lie

they say i'm mental but i'm just confused
thay say i'm mental but i've been abused
they say i'm mental cause i'm not amused by it all

there's truth in everything
there's truth in lies
with all this knowledge
i think im gonna be wise

they say im mental but i'm just confused
thay say im mental but i've been abused
they say im mental cause i'm not amused by it all
not at all
not at all


Lone Wolf

I am a lone wolf
I always was and will be
I feel fine, I am resigned to this
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf

Got my cares
Wrapped up all nice and neat
In my suitcase
I’ll take it down the street
To a place
with plenty of space for me
I am a lone wolf

I am a lone wolf
It blows my mind
That people wanna try to get inside my tired head
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf

I am a lone wolf
Nobody needs to get too close to me
You’ll only see this truth
I am a lone wolf


Agony

Am I gonna be alright?
No I'm not gonna be alright
Nothin' is alright now
Am I gonna see the sun come up?
Or am I goin' down?
'Cause everyday I'm here
All I feel is sheer
Agony

Friends tellin' me that maybe I need
Some psychiatric help
Yeah, they're always so quick to tell you
Just how to get on with itI look into the mirror
And all I see is age, fear
And agony

If I could just remember what is was like
When I was younger
Before all the joy and happiness
Was replaced with hunger
Now all I've got to show
For the seeds that didn't grow
Is agony

From Shootenanny.

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